Aniruddha Pathak

Blest Be To Earn Your Pardon - Poem by Aniruddha Pathak

My green mood-maker e’er— no grief touched him, Bringer of breeze— of good days wafting near, Who the heart had my wails of woes to hear, Whose visits howso brief be my life’s dream; And this time too I was looking forwardTo meeting, talking to him, feeling light, Excited, eager, fleeting like a bird, In plight still, li’le could I sleep the long night; Yet, came the breeze, passed by, not a leaf moved, He came to town and left— not meeting me, And I knew not how much or if he loved.O deep sea, let no cloak in closet be, Nor live nor can I die, huge be this burden, O let me know; I’d blest feel to earn pardon.______________________________________ _______________ - Sonnets | 01.09.14 |